WORDED.ART

The enlightened self,
I’ve never known anything
But momentary glimpses.
Bright, quickly fading flashes,
Preludes to a clarity,
A new possibility —
Foreign, fearsome, frightening.
Reveries discarded as
Illusory ideals.
This isn’t me.
This can’t be me.
This is beyond
My mortal capabilities —
Sabotaging all I’ve ever
Known to be,
Or wished I could become.

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